We live in curious times
Which seem different than the times before.
What I am saying is
We really do not know
Even though some claim to know.
So, can they explain why
The killing of untold numbers of people
Is the only suitable solution?
But first, can they explain the problem
Or even recognize the problem requiring this solution?
Perhaps the times are not so curious after all.
Every once in a while,
I work to reinvent myself.
I am not displeased with me
but I do get bored.
So, I work to reinvent myself.
The clerk at the cash register
cannot see any change.
His back is bent by a load he no longer carries and will never carry again.
He was not without companions. Most stayed for a while then drifted away. The new appeared from time to time only to disappear (as they will).
He gathered mystic fables for direction and comfort but as they proved empty, he discarded them and moved on.
Always moving. On and on, immersed in the peace of his solitary journey.
She does not believe the door exists
even though I open it and
show her the other side
and she reluctantly passes through
but she knows she is on the outside
only because she is
and not because of the door
and she is certain she cannot come back in
because she does not believe the door exists.
It is the hour
of the Dark Winter
and my body cools.
Will I sit by the lake of the lotus blossoms?
There is nothing like old age to convince one
that present conditions are far superior
to anything the future is sure to offer.
Today finds another Spring
There have been so many
The worst days are behind me
And only my End remains
But Today finds another Spring
In my solitary life,
what I do is no longer important.
What I am not doing is.
Those who profess to know
warned of heavy rain this morning.
and the neighborhood squirrels
are out preparing for the cold to come.
(The Next Day)
The cold rains are here
and the squirrels huddle in their nests
and the little black dog and I
watch by the half-opened door
as we, according to our own natures,
become as one with the squirrels.